Hodgy - Hodgy X Doms lyrics

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Hodgy - Hodgy X Doms lyrics

[Verse 1: Hodgy Beats] d**h before dishonor me and all my n***as Conquer try to knock this and get knocked out Then your girlfriend gon' get knocked up (I'm not the papa) Hodgy Daddies came here in helicopters Smoke hella proper prescribed by your medical doctor Hop out and get your head chopped off That ain't real Golf Wang, that's knock off When I pop up's when sh** pops off You're a hot dog, I'm the hottest They hotbox while making drop offs Don't make me call the dogs My dogs rottweilers Ain't sh** sweet, I'm not smiling Unless I'm out on an island Drugs keep away my migraines Understand the god's pain Walk in my shoes for five days No sleep, my mind's fried and baked [?] I'm a pirate out the cape So much money, need a rake b**h I'm hungry, bring a plate Half an hour ago I ate I'm an hour from being great f** you sour n***as that hate Hating cause I do what you can't [Hook: Domo Genesis] I made it right through the fog Seen all my right in these wrongs I put my life in these songs b**h, my savior is right in this bong I feel it right off the strong I'm with my white b**h getting blown Cause we on You n***as peons on My n***as, we on You n***as peon on My n***as, we on [Verse 2: Hodgy Beats] I fall back, it don't call back Like Amanda Bynes, she all that She reminds me of my Bimmer so I check the beat, ten car facts Park that, back it up, girl arch that You close in range and I'm far fetched No scope the aim in my target To be lawless is an offset n***as dress to impress like corsets I pa** a b**h like courses Lane fast, keeping up with horses Powered inside of Porsches Sting like bumblebees or a hornet Bleed through the track like I torn it b**h you ain't in the game or the tournament It's not you n***a, I was just born to win And that's some gangsta sh** If I'm pa**ing it, take a hit Imagine the crazy sh** that I do on the daily sh** It makes me sick, I make it rich and drive a Mercedes Benz Crash and die a shady prick, Lord forgive me for all my sins You can't judge me, you do nothing for me It's a luxury to do something for me I cash out at the buzzer like Robert Horry [Hook]